Red, the entire mountain was a shocking red. Blood, that was blood!
In the midst of a strong fishy smell, it was suffocating, but it also lured out the bestial nature of human nature. The bloodthirsty fanaticism was being stimulated, erupting with an uncontrollable momentum.
In a corner of the ruined temple that was filled with the most bloody rain, there was a slender figure standing still in the same place. It was as if the outside was covered with corpses, unable to move anymore.
After the red had dyed his hands and eyes red, the grey fire that had rushed out of the Zhu family's house started to run aimlessly.
He killed someone, he killed him!
No!
Grayfire, who was on the verge of collapse, kept running, trying to shake off the entanglement behind him. He wanted to return to his normal, ignorant self, and even wanted to return to the days in the valley.
He kept running and running until he reached this deserted temple, which reminded him of the house he used to live in.
Have you lived here before?
He was so crazy that he couldn't remember where he had lived or what his name was. He couldn't even remember Master Shang Yun, who was like a teacher and father to him, let alone…
Who was it? Who?
"Ah!"
The grey flames howled wildly. He had nowhere to vent his wild arrogance and didn't know what to do. At this moment…
"Yo, where did this pretty girl come from? Why are you all alone?”As he spoke, several men surrounded Grayfire.
Several burly men who passed by saw a beautiful woman alone and looked like she could be bullied. How could they not seize this great opportunity?
"Miss, are you lost? Do you want big brother to take you home?”
The men smiled obscenely and gradually moved closer to Gray Fire. One of them even put his hand on Gray Fire's shoulder.
Not long after, a miserable scream that sounded like a pig being slaughtered could be heard.
"Ah-help, help!" The arm was cut by something unknown, and the bone was split into three parts. Blood splattered everywhere.
Only then did they notice that the beautiful girl's white clothes had long been stained with bright red blood, and the blood was still wet, making her look quite terrifying.
The burly man gulped. It was just a weak woman without any weapons. They had more people, so they did not believe that they could not defeat her.
"How dare you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!”
A group of people rushed forward, but before they could see the figure of Gray Fire, they had already died.
A slender but strange figure was covered in red, and bloodthirsty hostility shot out from her eyes.
Yes, blood excited him and taught him familiarity, as if he was born in a pool of blood.
He slowly approached the last remaining person.
" Please spare me, I beg you... Ah!"
The last scream echoed in the ruined temple for a long time. It was the last struggle of a fragile life.
Zhu Changfeng dragged his wounded body and searched around day and night. He guessed that Gray Fire would subconsciously run to a sparsely populated place, and he would eventually return to the Dragon Temple. Therefore, he used all the manpower he could use and owed a lot of favors. On the way to the Divine Mountain, he searched everywhere, but he could not find the person he missed deeply.
One day, ten days, one month, one season, one year, two years... day after day, his injuries had turned from serious injuries to scars. He had long recovered, but occasionally there would be a faint pain, as if the gray fire was accusing him, telling him how he could not let him down.
He had thought of all kinds of possible ways for the two of them to break up, but he never expected it to end in such a way.
He could arrogantly imagine that this was because he cared about him very much. Or was it just that he could not tolerate the betrayal and deception of others, no matter who it was?
Zhu Changfeng bid farewell to all his family and friends. Under their unforgiveness, he still insisted on living alone at the foot of the Divine Mountain. Every day, he collected herbs to make a living. His life was simple. Every day and night, his hollow heart was constantly filled with cold air, regardless of summer or winter.
He didn't know how long he had waited, but even Master Shang Yun couldn't wait. However, he still stubbornly waited. He believed that as long as he didn't die, he would one day be able to wait.
A ghost-like figure appeared in the silent place. He stood in front of the door quietly without moving.
"Let's go. You know that the Buddhist Sect can't keep people with excessive hostility.”
The newcomer silently shed tears, like a broken string of pearls, silently disappearing into the snow-white world.
"Sigh!" Although Master Shang Yun was reluctant, he had no choice.
The heavy door was slowly closed in front of the kneeling and crying people…
"I'm not the one who can save you. There's nothing I can do! Amitabha. Good, good."
Not staying was for his own good, but staying would harm him. It was good not to stay, it was good not to stay!
The heavy snow fell from the sky, causing everything to return to nothingness.
The wealthy Zhu family, who had been passed down from generation to generation, and who had made great contributions in defending the family, was also Zhu Changfeng's father, Zhu Chengjun. He was discussing with his family members in the hall. His main purpose was to persuade his unfilial son who had wandered outside to return.
"Old Master, I only have one son. How can you let him suffer outside and not find him?”The first to make things difficult was his wife, Mu Suyu, who was holding an embroidered handkerchief and crying with snot and tears. She did not forget to maintain the upbringing that an official woman should have.
"Madam, don't say that. Changsheng is also your son!”
The one who spoke was Lu Xianghe, Mu Suyu's personal maid who was later taken in as a concubine. She still did not change her habit of addressing Mu Suyu as Madam. It was out of respect and also to deliberately draw a distance between them.
She spoke up for her own son, Zhu Changsheng. Originally, the Old Master had wanted a son who could replace Zhu Changfeng, who could die early at any time. After taking in several concubines, he finally had a son, Zhu Changsheng, after giving birth to six daughters in a row. Otherwise, he would probably have kept taking in concubines.
As a concubine, the only way to ensure her future status was to rely on her son.
"Master, listen to this. Isn't Second Furen teaching First Furen to give up Feng 'er?”Third Madam coldly tried to sow discord. She was just a servant girl, but her ranking was higher than hers. It was only because she had entered the family early that a son suddenly popped out after hatching for several years. Who knew if this child was really the father's child.
"Third Furen, Xiang He definitely doesn't have such thoughts.”
" Alright, stop arguing!" Zhu Chengjun shouted.
He hated the noise of his wives when they were gathered together. He quickly stopped them before they all spoke. Otherwise, he would definitely be annoyed by this group of women if he added his other daughters whose names he could not even name. It was not so tiring to be busy with business outside.
"Master, Master, there's good news!”
Zhu Chengjun frowned after listening to Manager Liu's report.
"This child is too outrageous. He's actually willing to sell medicinal herbs that can't earn much money in that barren place instead of coming back to enjoy his life. Could it be that this Zhu residence can't compare to his dilapidated house that looks like it's about to collapse when the wind blows?”
According to the report from the spies, Zhu Changfeng had been found, but he could not be persuaded to come back.
"Old Master, you must bring Feng 'er back. As his mother, how can I bear to let this young master, who has never suffered before, live such a miserable life?”Mu Suyu's heart ached when she heard what happened to her son.
Now that he knew that he was safe, why didn't he go home?
"Send more people. If he refuses to come back, we have to bring him back!”
"Old Master, what if Young Master resisted?”
"Then knock him unconscious and bring him back tied up!" Zhu Chengjun, who was furious, thought to himself,'This unfilial son, it's all because I, as his father, have been too lax in my discipline. When he comes back, I'll definitely teach him a good lesson.'
" Master…" This isn't good! What if he accidentally hurt Feng 'er? Mu Suyu, who was about to speak, was so frightened by a sudden voice that she shut her mouth.
"Amitabha. Good, good."
"Old bald monk, how did you get in?" Cough! Cough!" Mu Suyu, who was frightened, accidentally revealed her secret in front of everyone. She coughed a few times in an attempt to hide it.
"This Penniless Monk heard that your Young Master has been missing half a heart since he was young, right?”
"Master, how did you know?"
"If you want to keep your son alive, you must let him stay with the other half of the heart he found. Although people were far away, it was enough to know that they were safe and sound. If he wanted to force it, that half of his heart would gradually wither and there would not be much time left. Amitabha."
After he finished speaking, the figure standing in the same spot disappeared, as if he had suddenly appeared.
Everyone couldn't help but think to themselves, Could it be that an immortal appeared?
The group of people stared at the empty space in shock, unable to speak for a long time.
A clean and cute little boy asked the man beside him who looked a little down and out, a little dirty, and had a full beard. His round eyes were clear and bright. "Father, why did we come to such a cold place? Achoo!"
He accidentally inhaled a mouthful of cold wind, which made his nose itch. The childish little boy complained about his dissatisfaction. It was so cold that he was about to catch a cold.
"Qing 'er, the world is so big. How can we not walk around?”Feng Qingyang calmly gave him the same answer.
"I knew you would say that." The little boy pouted and mumbled.
Every time he asked his father why he couldn't stay in any place for long, he would always answer like this, saying that reading ten thousand books was not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. He had to broaden his horizons.
"Father, why do we have to follow this person?”He always thought that he was very beautiful, but it was a little scary, and his white hair looked like a ghost! However, his father had once brought him to see people with red hair, so it should not be strange for someone to have white hair. Perhaps one day, he could even see blue, yellow, green, and seven-colored hair!
"Such a beautiful person only allows you to get close to her. You're a man.”
Back then, in a place filled with the thick smell of blood, when he found the ghost-like him together with the playful Qinger and even saved his life, although Feng Qingyang felt strange, he was assured that he would not hurt his son. Because he couldn't bear to see him hurt others again, he followed him along the way to protect him and to prevent all those who wanted to take the opportunity to get close to him.
But he didn't seem to know how to speak?
Had he ever suffered any major trauma?
He and Qinger were fated, and it could be considered that they were fated. When they were fated, let it be!
He came here when fate arose, and he left when fate perished. These were the days that he had been living over and over again all these years. When would they end?
"That's true." The obedient Feng Nianqing went forward to pull the person who had stopped moving, fulfilling her duty.
"Hey, why did you come here?" It's so cold here. Are you cold?" Feng Nianqing was worried that he might catch a cold at any moment.
He jogged to his father, took his father's coat, and ran back to him.
Her small figure looked round due to the heavy clothes she wore. She looked like a ball rolling around in the snow. She was very cute.
"Hey, can you put it on yourself? You're too tall. I can't help you.”
Xiao Xiao's face was raised very high, and only then did she realize…
"What's wrong? Why are you crying? Where does it hurt? Are you feeling unwell? Father! Father!" Feng Nianqing asked her father for help, but he didn't know what to do.
Feng Qingyang didn't know what was wrong with this person. He wouldn't tell her even if he asked. He just kept quiet, and his tears kept falling like rain from the sky.
Was it because she was reminded of familiar scenes?
Nian Qing held his cold hand. She wanted to warm him up and comfort him, so she clumsily patted the back of his hand.
At this moment, a middle-aged man walked towards them from afar. "What's wrong? Are you lost?"
"Uncle, is there a place nearby for us to stay? We passed by this place and were wondering where to stay tonight.”Feng Qingyang asked.
"There's no one here. We have to go down the mountain a little before we can find a civilian home. It's getting late, you'd better go down the mountain early. The people here are very friendly and hospitable. As long as you say it, they will be happy to stay.”
"Going down the mountain…there's still a long way to go. My friend is tired, so it's not suitable for him to walk that far.”
"Ah, right, I forgot about him. There was a foreigner who had settled down in the front in recent years, and it was quite close to here. Go ahead and walk to a fork in the road. There is a huge divine tree beside it. It is very big and easy to recognize. There is a wooden house beside it. That person lives there.”
Uncle, thank you."
After a few farewells, Feng Qingyang asked Feng Nianqing to lead the crying girl to the wooden house.
Just as the uncle had said, there was a simple wooden house beside the huge tree trunk.
" Is anyone there?" Feng Qingyang called out several times, but he did not get a response.
"Father, don't tell me she went out? Then won't we have to sleep in the forest tonight?”No! It would definitely be colder at night.
"If the owner of the house is really not here, then we can only do this. Otherwise, can you bring him down the mountain?”
The mountain road was full of danger. It was possible that they would fall into the valley if they were not careful, let alone Feng Nianqing holding the hand of a crying adult.
It was too dangerous.
"I'll try again. Otherwise, we'll really have to sleep in the mountains.”
"Ah!" Feng Nianqing suddenly wailed.
The slightly warm water droplets dripped onto the back of his hand. He then remembered that this person was still crying non-stop. This was not good for his body and eyes. Every time he cried, his father would always tell him this.
"Hey, can you stop crying? Don't cry." Feng Nianqing tried to coax him, but seeing others cry, he couldn't help but feel sad.
How pitiful. What exactly made him so sad?
"Is anyone there?" As he shouted, Feng Qingyang caressed his son's head, wanting to give him strength.
"May I ask what's the matter?"
After shouting for too long, Feng Qingyang, who was napping in front of the wooden house, lost his balance in fright. He fell backward and landed on his back. With a thud, he hit a huge bump on the back of his head.
And his precious son was lying on the man's back, coaxing him until he was tired, using his almost silent sobs as a lullaby.
Feng Nianqing was thrown down when the man got up and landed on his father. Feng Qingyang groaned again. It hurts!
In order to pick more of the rarer herbs, Zhu Changfeng returned later than usual, but he still rushed back before the sky turned dark. He saw someone squatting in front of his hut.
His voice caused a small tragedy, but he did not notice it at all. He only noticed a strange but inexplicably familiar figure. He slowly raised his head, and his face gradually appeared under his white hair…
"Woo!"
Zhu Chang Feng was hit by the punch and flew backward until he hit the tree trunk behind him. The leaves that had already withered fell to the ground and covered Zhu Chang Feng's body.
Zhu Changfeng, who was lying on the ground, struggled to get up from the ground. He vomited a mouthful of blood and tried to stand up straight. The corners of his mouth were wide open, and he smiled like an idiot. Yes, he even rushed back rather idiotically.
"Ah!"
With another scream, Zhu Changfeng was sent flying by the white-haired man again. After he vomited blood, he rushed back happily.
This scene repeated several times, and Feng Qingyang and his son could only watch in a daze as it happened, unable to react for a moment.
What was going on? Too, too ridiculous!
That's enough. If we continue fighting, someone will die!
Feng Qingyang, who couldn't stand it anymore and was about to step forward to stop her, was stopped by the next scene.
What, what was this?
The white-haired man that the father and son had brought pounced on the person who had been beaten half to death by him. He hugged him tightly and cried loudly.
The cries shook the mountain forest, making the tired birds that returned to their nests at dusk chirp non-stop, making it even more noisy, as if they were welcoming the return of their lost master.#
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